These doors are either chosen with love, equipped with a loved one or two, or simply lovely. Celebrate love, celebrate life, on all other days as much as today.
No matter that the dessert I made on occasion will be filed away as “But they said even kids can make it!” – I’m full of love. For my amore, my bestia, my sister, my parents, my blogging buddies right here and my real-life friends far away. And for doors, of course, on Thursdays even more.
Let’s have a look at mine and then, if you haven’t yet, check out
Norm’s second part of Orvieto doors with the magnificent cathedral and certain co-enablers that will seem familiar.
One of our first family trips in Tuscany, to Scarlino for the chestnut and porcini festival. Amore took this photo. In Torri my parents are making sure bestia will get water while the doors look on. This is love. Isola del Giglio and amore with a rucksack, both in blue. This is love too, or he’d never be walking in the sun like that. This Piran door is wearing its heart at the peek hole. Even if this isn’t a heart between the flowers this Piran door is saying: “I’ll be open but closed too so you can take a photo of my flip-flops if you really must but can’t steal them.” This Caldana door promises love and heat. An all around lovely door in Tatti. Another door beauty in Tuscania. Everything is just right. This door in Milje/Muggia on the Slovenian-Italian border could be any other colour but it chose to be this. I respect that. A Massa Marittima alert. Križanke church in Ljubljana. Lots of love over that phone. Don’t forget to give love to your local gelateria. It could be open a bit more often though. Not until May, or maybe April, and then only on the weekends. Sister observing the guest book door in Figovec, Ljubljana. Further down is the door of complaints and is blank. Love is also when sister sends you a door she captured. On Trubarjeva St. in Ljubljana. (Photo: Klu) While Barbara took this one in Zelše near Cerknica: there is a chalice and down there it says “chalice” in a heart. Thank you! (Photo: BS) Mother is more old school and is simply pointing out the doors she likes. In Capalbio. Whereas amore takes me to the doors he likes. Most recently it was the Alchemical Door in Rome last Christmas, taken through the fence since the park is closed. Not really a door but I was amused by this signage. Kiss one and ride the other? Bestia says: “Noooo!” Yes, yes, bestia. I love you too. Even if you’re not a horse. A favourite door: the one leading to the “Garden of Eden and Druga” in Piran, Slovenia. (A hard-to-translate pun. Eden means “one man”, druga means “another woman”.)
Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.